“God of Rock, thank you for this chance to kick ass. We are your humble servants. Please give us the power to blow people’s minds with our high voltage rock. In your name, we pray. Amen.”

– Dewey Finn

Dumb Money is a fun time at the movie theater, but not an especially edifying one.

The final moments of Elevator Game are a disaster.

A Haunting in Venice is cracking good fun.

Much like its 2018 predecessor, The Nun II plays out like an old-school horror effort from the 1960s, only this time a little less creatively imaginative and tonally unhinged.

The Portokalos clan’s purportedly final adventure (although I wouldn’t bet on that being true) is a tourist trap of emotional pabulum laid on as thick as freshly mixed tzatziki sauce.

The Flash plays a little better the second time around, but I still found it’s main issues impossible to overlook. It’s a mixed bag, entertaining in spurts, but never consistently.

Bottoms is a riotous assault on the status quo, making this Queer gem of revolutionary bedlam a sex-positive sensation that grabbed me by the jugular and refused to let go.

The primary reason the reasonably strong performances don’t elevate Gran Turismo to being worthwhile is that other than for a couple of noteworthy sequences (including one stunning crash), the racing sequences are not very good.